Occasionally on this blog, I have posted some of my favorite recipes. Readers will intuit pretty quickly that these are easy recipes. And my modifications to the original recipes make them easier yet. I do not like to cook. I have never liked to cook. Not since my brother wrecked the banana cream pie I made my dad for Father’s Day in 1970.
At the moment, I am SOOOOO tired of cooking. My husband and I used to go out to eat at least one evening a week. We also went out for lunch quite a bit. There’s nothing better than breakfast for lunch (or for dinner), and we had a couple of favorite restaurants that served breakfast all day. Or we ate Italian. Or Thai. Or plain old American bar and grill. Whatever, just so I didn’t have to cook.
But I haven’t eaten in a restaurant now since early March. We went to the Corner Cafe in Riverside, Missouri, on March 9, after we turned in our tax information to the accountant. I think that was our last in-restaurant meal.
During the pandemic, we have ordered take-out about once every ten days or so. But otherwise, it’s been me cooking.
Every night.
Every blessed night.
And I’m sick of it.
Most of the meals I prepare are fast and easy. But I have to think about them every day. It starts in the morning, when I have to decide what to make and get out any frozen components of the meal. Sometimes I have to start a soup or stew simmering at noon. Other days I can wait until evening to begin cooking. It’s not so much the total time it takes, it’s the monotonous regularity of doing it every single day.
I suppose I could find another recipe to post today. (I usually post recipes when there’s a fifth Monday in the month.) But frankly, I don’t want to. I don’t want to think about cooking. I just want someone to cook for me.
And that’s my rant for today. Now, off to search for something in the freezer to thaw for tonight’s meal. I wonder what I’ll find.
What do you miss most from pre-pandemic days?
I hear you, Theresa. We never used to eat out a lot, but had times we could meet up with family for a special event.
Last night we went into our favorite place for the first time since the middle of March? It’s been so long, I can’t remember. (54th Street.)
With ordering our groceries online and picking them up, it sure takes a lot more planning. Some weeks I’m on it, other weeks it’s a pain. I miss going and browsing to see what looks good for dinner.
Rosie, hope you enjoyed your first meal out. I’ve mostly been going to the grocery store myself, though I’ve ordered a couple of times. I prefer to make my own substitutions when necessary. But I’m only going grocery shopping about once every two weeks, so it is a major production (and expense). Take care, Theresa
Your brother SAT IN YOUR PIE! OMG … a candidate for murder.
I remember the first date i had with Bill Boles. His mom made great pies. After the movie, we went to his house for pie. This was her first failure — banana cream pie. It never set. Bill was embarrassed but I loved it. I ate it with a spoon. Her crust was magnificent. I was a senior in high school, and this was our first date, but never mind the pie we still got married seven years later.
Pam, my brother didn’t sit in my pie, he scooped some of the sweet filling out of the shell with his fingers! My cream pies always set up fine, because I’m so afraid they won’t that I cook them plenty long enough. Theresa
I couldn’t agree more about being tired of cooking. We too have not eaten at a restaurant since the shut down in March. We do carryout here and there but it is not the same as eating out. Unfortunately with the increase in COVID cases and no end in sight we won’t be seeing the inside of a restaurant anytime soon.
I agree, Marie. Much as I’d like to go out to eat, it just doesn’t seem prudent yet. Theresa
Why are you cooking every day? I am cooking 2 dishes and a soup, once at 3-4 days, and we alternate them.
Marina, we usually eat our leftovers for lunch. Plus, even when there are leftovers for dinner, it’s still the THINKING about it that wears me down. What’s in the refrigerator? When do I need to start getting it out? What time do we have to eat (to accommodate medication schedules)? It’s the regularity of it all. (As you can tell, I just don’t like cooking.)
Theresa
Worshiping together at church.
Yes, that is a loss. I went to a daily Mass today for the first time since the shutdown began. Twenty people–better than none.
Theresa
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